Master Teacher I Love You

Chapter 22

Trying to find meaning in every step of life, then put that meaning together in a frame, interpret it and then run what I have interpreted it, in order to be a guide in this short life.

Sometimes loneliness will lose people who are always close to us, making us stop to step.

Wander or always look back, see the memories of the past.

Trying to live out what's left is a good thing.

But without real change, nothing will change.

I can turn sadness with a smile of falsehood on my lips, but I cannot turn sadness in my heart into happiness.

Sometimes I still lose a sense of loss, always imagined the past, as if carried away in that time.

But as I floated in those memories, a hand pulled me away from the past.

I think the feeling that shackles me can only be patted in a way that is not always alone, trying to be busy and always accompanied by him.

Yet... In fact it does not necessarily eliminate the loneliness in me.

Sometimes he hugged me when I started not being able to lie to myself anymore, then he said to me, “Cry me, I will always be ready to dry your cries”.

In his arms, I finally considered it so.

“I can't, but if I give up I'll lose and won't be able to live this life”.

Say to him.

You know what life means?

At nightfall, in silence I always imagined it, this house was so crowded with voices, Father, mother, and sister.

They always enliven the atmosphere of this house, this house is like a memory, save every memory of my family.

Can marrying a teacher overcome this loneliness?

“tok, tok, tok...”.

the sound of the house knocking, disperse my daydreams, I open the door of the house, the lecturer who is behind it, who is none other than the teacher, carrying a pack of fried rice.

“Father should not visit me often, I'm afraid people will talk about this as a gossipan”.

I said, he also wanted to.

Maybe he also knew what I meant.

“Lagian we will soon marry”. He smiled at me, stroked my hair, and then came home.

Then I saw my calendar at home, Heh... I was surprised when I saw the calendar at my house, I didn't expect it to come soon.

Just thinking about it made me stop chewing food.

The test of the ritual had already begun, in the lime of the day, waiting for our turn of class to be called, I chatted with my friend, initially just a casual chat, but over time the chat, it was, started to lead to my relationship with the teacher.

I just answered the potluck, or even avoided the question with another topic, but apparently they did not want to give up even though I kept dodging the question.

Until the moment our class was called and told to the practice room that was where all the questions were stopped by them.

Of love?

No need for romantic words poetic, enough to feel the thump when near him, and always comfortable if near him.

That is the simple meaning of love.

The more happiness it is, the more,

the more afraid it feels to imagine a farewell,

it is painful to imagine a farewell for the one who leaves or the one who is left behind.